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[for clobbers] the multiverse has it in for him

Solo missions were rare anymore. Even if he and Obi-Wan were split up they usually still had troops with them. But as the war went on, the Jedi and the GAR were spread ever thinner across the galaxy and this had been something that hadn't called for a full detachment. Just one Jedi, in and out.

Anakin had been shocked at how easy things had gone. Missions never went that easy.

Except this one, apparently.

He was even managing to do some honest-to-goodness meditation in the cockpit (because what else was he going to do for the next several hours of nothing to do?). Right up until his ship jolted out of hyperspace and the stars snapped back into focus around him.

Whatever just happened, he found that almost all of the ship's systems had been shorted out including Artoo. All he was left with was basic life support and his sublight engines.

And, it appeared, a planet that appeared habitable.

The problem with having only sublight engines and no repulsorlifts meant landing became a sort of hopefully-controlled skid into the ground instead of a gentle dropping onto landing gear. If Anakin hadn't been sure he was going to need to be outside of the ship to do his repairs (or call for help), he might not have even tried.

In the end, he'd chosen to shoot for a body of water near a city, figuring the landing (such as it was) would be marginally easier on the ship and if there was a city surely he could find holonet access to call back to the Republic for pickup.

Which was a great plan save that some of his ship's exterior plating had gotten loose during his controlled crash and was now letting water in, leaving him sinking rather quickly.

He's forced to leave the ship in the water and struggle to shore, cursing colorfully as he looks back toward his drowned ship (and Artoo!). "Might be able to get it out with the Force," he mutters to himself as he pushes a lock of wet hair out of his eyes, "but that's a lot of metal to move."

But it wasn't like he was just going to leave his droid down there, if nothing else.

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Anakin's expression goes sympathetic, "I'm sorry, Kara, that's terrible. I can't even imagine..." Well. He can imagine all too intimately what it's like to lose family but the death of an entire planet is something else entirely. Home for Anakin has always more been people than places, but even still something like he thinks would leave a scar in the Force that would keep him sleepless for years. "It's good you were able find family here, then, though I'm sorry you have to hide."

He knows about hiding things, too.

Her features soften into an expression which is at once sad and gentle. "Thanks. I'm actually glad that you can't. I wouldn't wish it on anyone." Not even the enemies who'd as soon see her dead than occupying this planet. Her notion of 'home' has been forced to adapt and evolve, until it's become something resembling Anakin's notion of home. Her friends, the Danvers family and her cousin make this planet as much like one as she'll ever find. Shifting, she grasps hold of a tool she's seen Winn use a lot and offers it to him in case he'll need it.

"As funny as it sounds, I'm lucky that I can hide. Most of the refugees on Earth can't."

So, she never complains. She watches him for a little while, before venturing to ask quietly: "What about you? If it's all right to ask--is it home you're looking to go back to, or somewhere else?"

Anakin snorts as he accepts the tool, "I'm looking to go back to the war....but I guess you could say home, too. There are people counting on me." His expression softens as he thinks about his own little 'family', and Padme in particular, "they're probably wondering what the hell I've gotten myself into this time. "

Maybe he says it lightly enough to sound like a joke but of course it's not really. At least he knows how he'd react if it was Obi-Wan in his position. And if he couldn't at least get his ship's communications array working again, he has no idea how he'd even start to let them know how to find him.

Obi-Wan would tell him to trust the Force he expects.

Wait, wait—what?! Kara straightens, her expression hardening into a more serious look. "War--what's going on out there?" This planet is way, way in the backwater; it's entirely believable that the conflict he's been part of would never even have been heard of here, let alone had an affect on its people. Whatever it is, it has nothing inherently to do with her. But it doesn't have to for her to be concerned, and feel a pang of guilt. Like she should be helping, somehow.

Some jokes fly clean over her head, and while this isn't one of them, her response is a mere small smile. "You'll get back to them."

She says that like it's a promise, and to her? It is.

Anakin blinks at her. She hasn't heard? How do they have refugees and--

This situation never ceases in being weird. "The Clone War? It's kind of covering most of the galaxy right now?" Pause. "Except here, apparently. You really don't know what I'm talking about? Like...at all?"

She doesn't even need to pause before she's shaking her head in the negative.

"Not in the least, and I was thirteen when my pod crashed on this planet. I've heard nothing about it since. And if my cousin has, he would've said something."

As often as Kal-El goes off-world, that much she hopes she can count on. Not for the first time, she wonders if it might be worth taking a trip up north to the Fortress. Obviously she, and everyone else here have been missing quite a bit of action.

"You must be hungry. The mess hall's this way, if you're interested. I'd like to hear more about this."

[ooc: and then Winn over hears and fills her in on every detail.... :)]

"Yeah," he says after a moment, turning the tool she gave him over in his hands. "It's been a while since I ate."

And repairs are important, of course, but so is food. And who's to say these people can't help the Republic in some way? ~~Obi-Wan would be proud of him for practicing diplomacy.~~

"You at least know what I mean if I'm talking about the Galactic Republic, right?" Sorry he sounds a little dubious, Kara.

( ooc: And actually makes her sit through the movies. |D Also, this icon was begging to be used. )

"I figured," she replies with a little laugh, and turns to leave the (frankly cramped) workshop and lead him toward the mess hall. "Because I was practically starving when I crashed here."

After, what--twenty-four years of being comatose? Nobody could blame her. In fact, maybe that's why she continues to have a more than healthy appetite. Which she proves in short order by piling the contents of half a box of pizza onto a paper plate, and taking two bottles of water for herself. And this is her exercising restraint.

Kara picks a table and sits herself down, waiting for what feels like an eternity before he joins her. Time passes slower when she can't eat food sitting in front of her.

"Uh... no. And to be fair, I never heard about it when I was a kid, either. My father was a scientist and took me to at least a dozen other worlds. So I'm guessing that this galaxy isn't yours."

And now, she's going to inhale her pizza. Brb.

Anakin follows suit with the pizza even if he's not entirely sure what he's eating. It smells good and he generally doesn't turn his nose up at any food as long as it's actually safe for human consumption. And hey, Kara's apparently a fan.

He does not get a whole pile of it. Two slices.

Okay...maybe three. Just in case he decides he likes it.

After he sits, Anakin starts to lift a slice of pizza to his mouth, then pauses at her words. "You know hyperspace doesn't work like that," he thinks, "right? Wrong neighborhood of the galaxy? Okay...maybe that could happen. Different galaxy entirely? There's no way."

Unfortunately, Kara has a mouthful of pizza to chew on before she can respond. But when she looks up, her expression is comical; with her nose scrunched up and her brows pinched together, it's pretty clear what she thinks of his statement before she even swallows in order to say something. She regards him for a moment, and raises and lowers her left shoulder in a half-shrug.

"Of course I know. I wasn't much into science, but I can still grasp that much. But I'm moderately well-travelled, and I've never heard of a war."

That much she does know for sure. Even if it's recent, one of the newer refugees on this planet would've spread word about a huge conflict out there. The only conclusion Kara can reach is that he's from much further afield than he believes. Ignoring her pizza with a herculean amount of willpower for the moment, she clasps her hands together.

"This place has star charts that not even this country's space program has gotten their hands on. Maybe we'll find the region of space you're talking about on one of them."

And it's back to the pizza, thank Rao! This time, she doesn't say another word until she's finished.

He chews on that (literally) for a bit, waiting until he's mostly done before saying anything else.

"But you said you've been only on this planet for a while, right? The Clone War's only be going on for a few years. You've already said you aren't connected to..." he waves a hand vaguely, "anything out here. You so sure you would've gotten the news?" It seems marginally more plausible than that he's in an entirely different ~~universe~~ galaxy.

"Guess the star charts can't hurt," he adds, "we can compare them to the ones Artoo is carrying."

She pauses, and finds herself picturing Mon-El's hopeful expression when he'd asked Alex if anyone from Daxam had responded to his signal. All at once, her features soften.

"Maybe. There's an alien-friendly bar where my sister and I know people. There's new arrivals popping up all the time; it's more old-school, but maybe someone there knows something. I can head over there after work and ask."

Speaking of recent arrivals, Mon-El chooses this moment to breeze in, and load up a plate with all kinds of food. Her eyebrows rise, and it's a struggle not to laugh.

"Good idea." But it can wait until he's finished eating. Kara gets up from her seat, only to return shortly with more pizza. She waves a hand over at Mon-El to invite him over and make introductions.

Anakin is certainly no slouch in the putting-food-away department but these two, he decides, have him beat.

Easy enough to make conversation between the three of them at least though Anakin is disappointed to discover that Mon-El seems as clueless about where Anakin's from as Kara is. Had he really ended up on the one not-completely-primitive planet in the entire galaxy that had never heard of the Republic?

Except it was more than just the one planet, it seemed, since neither Kara nor Mon-El were from Earth either.

So for the moment at least, Anakin has to pin his hopes on figuring this out with Artoo and whatever star charts the DEO has and lets himself settle into general conversation and getting a feel for those around him. He ~~has a bad feeling about this~~ gets the impression he might be here for longer than he'd like after all.

Mon-El, Anakin finds, is easier to talk to than he expects others around here will be. Considering most of the agents here had pointed guns at him and he still didn't know what to make of Winn's reaction...or maybe the guy had just been that impressed with his ship? Either way, Anakin isn't the only one who finds Mon-El easy to talk to, he notes with some amusement as the meal and conversation stretch on and he becomes aware of...something between him and Kara.

"So," Anakin says lightly as they head back toward his ship, "Mon-El. You knew him from before you came here?"

She hasn't enjoyed a meal this much in a while. Mon-El lights up like a Christmas Tree at meeting someone from further afield in space than he's ever heard of--and it makes Kara smile. He's a rough go of it lately, ending up in the infirmary each time he's tried to help. It's good to see him happier. By the time the three of them are finished and Mon-El has to go grudgingly submit himself to a checkup with Eliza, there is barely any food left in the cafeteria. Something that's fairly routine when both Kara and Mon-El are present.

She's smiling to herself a little while they walk back to the ship, distracted by her thoughts so much that when he speaks up, she almost jumps.

"Huh? What--oh, no. No, nothing. Nothing at all!" Uh, huh. The colour rising in her cheeks speaks otherwise, and she can feel it. Firstly, she'd completely misinterpreted the question because her mind had been in the clouds. And secondly--

"Oh. Sorry, I thought you'd asked something else. No, we didn't. His planet is the sister-world of mine, and they didn't get along at all. His pod crashed here a few months ago. I've just been helping him get used to life on this planet."

And they've made great strides since. She runs a hand through her hair, and clears her throat. Maybe she'd best change the subject. Right? Right.

"Have you heard of our worlds, by the way? Krypton and Daxam. They orbited a red dwarf star my people called Rao."

No, Kara, he's definitely not smirking.

Okay, maybe he is, a little. Not that he really has any moral high ground here considering his own love life and its many awkward moments.

"Sounds like you really are the planet's welcoming committee, after all." At least for young men who've crash-landed from other worlds anyway, he thinks.

Her question has him shaking his head after thinking about it a few moments. "I can't say I have. I mean, I've traveled across a lot of the galaxy but it's still a pretty big place." To say the least. "But I programmed Artoo with the map from the Jedi Temple Archives," which may or may not have been strictly allowed..."so he, at least, probably knows."

And this is precisely when she'll duck her head, clear her throat and turn her gaze toward paying attention to where she's going.

If he'd arrived here a week ago, he'd have had one heck of an impression of the two of them. But then, he'd been dying at the time. And she can't use that as a gauge to know whether he likes her or not, right? Right. Anakin's comment makes her laugh, though, the awkward thankfully ebbing away.

"It was my cousin before me; and I've been on the receiving end of one of those myself recently. Next time I'll make sure to carry a literal welcome mat with me."

The attempt at humour is successful in easing her nerves, which is great; because the task ahead requires focus. Her aunt had spent hours teaching her about the stars. Maybe that might come in handy now. "Yeah, I can imagine." Though she's not sure 'his' galaxy is the Milky Way. "I'm from two thousand lightyears away, give or take." Hmm. All right, they'll start with his robot's star charts, and move on from there. Though he needs to be fixed first, and as breathless as Winn still is (and full of questions that make Kara raise an eyebrow), her friend is the best one to lend a hand if needed, and does.

"I'd like to see that! And cross-reference it with our charts here. At worst, there's somewhere else I can check; but I'd need to take a quick trip for that."

She'll watch him work, and make idle questions about how this tool works, or why something goes where it does; engineering and mechanics would never have been her calling on Krypton, born to parents of the Thinker and Science guilds. Hopefully he can forgive her ignorance.

( ooc: Some dc sources say krypton's in Andromeda and others infer it's 27.1 lightyears away. Kara said "2000 lightyears" in Season 1, so that's what I went with. )

Winn turns out to be a pretty good helper Anakin finds which at least seems to ease some of the relentless ~~fanboying~~ tension he'd been feeling earlier.

And Anakin actually doesn't mind explaining while he works. He could probably work on Artoo blindfolded by this point so it's not hard to make conversation and fix the droid at the same time. Besides, he's had a padawan, he's gotten experience in explaining things for non-mechanics.

Eventually he lets out a sharp, "hah!" and then gives a deft twist of his wrist to finish one final repair then closes Artoo's instrument panel as the little droid whirrs back to life. For a few moments there's just a quiet sort of beeping as Artoo re-calibrates and only then does he rotate his dome to fix Anakin in his view-sensor and start in on a flurry of beeps and whistles that sound a whole lot like berating.

"Hey!" Anakin raises his hands to fend off the attack (so to speak), "it was an accident!" He's pretty sure it was an accident.

It proves to be an educational experience, and when Kara's gaze flickers up briefly to catch the time—she's more than passing impressed at how quick that really was. Winn exclaims an 'I knew it!' and something about this being the most awesome day he's had in a while in the background, causing the corners of her mouth to twitch upward. That beginning of a smile only sets in fully when the droid comes back online.

Kara can't restrain her laughter for the life of her, so she doesn't bother trying. Still, she feels the need to stick up for her new companion, and sidles up to raise an eyebrow.

"I can't understand any of that, but from your tone, you're being just a bit hard on him." Just a bit. The droid's personality is certainly entertaining in its sassy nature. In comparison, Kelex is far too serious.

Glancing over, she grins. "Why do I get the feeling he's a lot like my boss? I've only ever seen that look on someone's face after she'd chewed them out."

Anakin smiles back at her and then lays a firm pat on the top of Artoo's dome. "I'd have to meet your boss to say but Artoo's really just very...opinionated for a droid."

That gets a pretty emphatic chirp of agreement from the droid in question.

"Anyway, come on buddy...please tell me you can get a signal out to the fleet? To anyone?"

Artoo response by extending a small satellite-type dish from one of his equipment panels for several moments before letting out a mournful tone.

Kara doesn't have to understand Binary to get what that means, probably. Anakin just sighs and looks up at her, "guess we'll get out the maps, then."

That makes Kara laugh again, because that sure does sound like Ms. Grant. "If he's any kind of witty, then he really is like her." Which amuses her. If only Cat understood binary. The 'discussions' they'd have! Such a missed opportunity.

Kara frowns at the droid's mournful whistle, and steps forward. "Okay, could you connect to some very archaic technology and cross-reference your charts with ours?" Compared to this droid, computers and monitors are archaic. They certainly are to Kara, who'd dealt with technology far more advanced than this back on her home world. If it doesn't work here--it occurs to her not for the millionth time that they'd probably have better luck up at the Fortress.

But she's never brought a stranger there, and one of those has already been present and--Kelex! Whatever was done to him could be undone. rather easily, as she's just seen.

She'll pitch the idea if their combined star charts don't align. Heck, she'll pitch it anyway. But she wants to give this a try first.

"We'll try it. If this doesn't work, I can take you two somewhere it might. Winn--" Her friend is apparently already on it, pulling up the vast store of charts compiled by the DEO on his work computer. "Thanks. You're a lifesaver."

Anakin looks over at their computers systems. They don't have the same kinds of ports normally used by droids like Artoo but he figures they can cobble something together between the three of them...that is, him, Artoo, and Winn. Sorry, Kara.

Once they do, Artoo helpfully illustrates by holographically displaying his own galaxy chart as he starts comparing it against the star charts Winn gives him.

"This might take a while," Anakin says to Kara. "Since we don't really know where we are. I'm having him start with the sectors near our last known position."

Aww, maybe next time! It's more interesting, at least, than science had ever been to her. Her dad would have been so disappointed, bless his heart. Kara scrunches her nose comically at the mention that this might take a while. Because she could fly to the Arctic and back hundreds of times between now and whenever this might be done. She straightens her posture, and turns to look at him.

"There's a place my cousin's gathered all known records to survive our planet--and they're nowhere near this archaic. But I'd need your help. The robot... droid, I guess, that takes care of it was sabotaged recently, and I had to disable it. Uh, and not gently. It was attacking me--anyway! I can't fix him, and I need him up and running to help you."

The suggestion is an obvious one, but her gaze turns sincere, much as it had been when she'd asked Barry for help. "Can you help me? You'll need a jacket, though. It's cold up there."

"Well..." he looks over at Artoo still calculating locational probabilities and Winn who...seems to pretty much have things handled otherwise.

"I have a cloak..." he starts, "unless you've got something better?"

The Jedi habit of dressing in multiple layers is as much about practicality as it is a fashion statement, apparently.

"One sec." Kara's there one instant and gone the next. When she reappears just as quickly, it's with a standard issue DEO parka. She holds it out to him, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"When I say cold, I mean the Arctic. Here's a bag for the tools you'll need,and--thank you! I uh, probably should've said so first."

Really, she appreciates it. Once they've got the necessary gear together and she's given Alex a heads up, she moves to stand by the window, holding out an arm.

"Put your arm around my shoulders. You'll want to really hold on."

He's never flown quite like this, has he? Well, there's always a first time for everything!

Once he's got the parka and bag situated and he's standing by her, he's still looking dubious.

"I know you can fly and all." Because that's how he got here. "But have you ever actually done this with someone else?"

[for clobbers] the multiverse has it in for him

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